HANDS
palms rough
nail beds stained
in dark of night
workin' mans hands
they become soft, tender
such contrast, his hands on me
on my soft curves, on silky skin
molding into shapes pleasing to him
meant only for him, I'm adored, worshiped
the late hour of abandon, passion, love
my body so like moldable clay
He, the maker of his desire
these longings, secrets he hides
in the light of day, dawn
when eyes again see
his touch is gone
I love him
for his
HANDS
Categories:
moldable, i love you,
Form: Etheree
Where should we go for what we leave behind
don't reach us like spears?
We, toys with moldable meat
at the time of the full moon
feeling the whip of the wind
and the icy glare of moonlight
in the dark angle of these corners
astonished at how the simple branch of pine
cries a drop of dew on the blades of grass
We see how much they crave the first sun
he dares, infamous
he is insidious and powerful
as he gilds the edge of the light
he possesses the savagery of potent heat
Who insect would not extend their limbs
seeking the redemption from this burning hope?
There are four monthly moons
if you want to fish
There are four daily tides
if you don't want to drown.
Categories:
moldable, moon, sun, weather,
Form: Prose
High in the balcony
Where skulkers tend to wait
I glimpsed your passing light
And did not hesitate
...to thoroughly investigate
..............all of my...........fears
Up, up I climbed
Every obstacle I crushed
Blind...then, left behind
The closer I drew near
In the distance I could hear
....shrieks
.............of deafening.......silence
No, no...that doesn't make sense
I began running, again and again
Until I got to the top
And in an instant
Felt this blazing hot...drop
....on me
Around me, it covered
It clung, enveloped every cell
No way out of this
Inferno of self-made hell
....I screamed, I yelled
..............but to no avail
I had to stay
Til I was just...moldable clay
....eventually
.................I stopped
A question arose
"Who are you?"
The answer came
As the door unlocked
"I am TRUTH
I will not be mocked"
I walked out, into her
She has been my light, along the way
After lengthy battles with deceit
Her blanket of fire holds me, while I lay
.....fears to rest.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07/31/2021
Categories:
moldable, peace,
Form: Free verse
Anatomy,
malleable,
tough, turns around
and unravels with absolute
precision...
Elastic,
plastic,
moldable ... easily handled
With the hands... !
It's admirable,
remarkable,
sexy,
sensitive, loving ...
It's a perfection ... no!
almost that ... it's just
a woman... !
Impressive....
female body...
Ah! that's it.... !
Categories:
moldable, allusion, appreciation, body, extended
Form: Free verse
Thanksgiving 2020
Miracle Man Thoughts
November 21, 2020
It’s easy to be thankful when times are great,
as God calms storms in our lives each day.
I’ve learned to accept what He puts on my plate,
for HE is the potter, I’m but moldable clay.
But it isn’t always easy being thankful,
while clinging to a knot at the end of a rope.
I pray each day that God gives me a tankful,
so I can press on with HIS message of hope.
During morning quiet time my mind I reset,
giving thanks for my life not being a bust.
Thanking Jesus for settling my sin debt,
giving HIM thanks for it’s “in God we trust”.
“An optimist is someone who starts a new diet
on Thanksgiving Day”
Irv Kupcinet
Categories:
moldable, god, jesus, thanksgiving,
Form: Lyric
To the ONE who suspends the stars in the sky and the ONE who orchestrates the choir of birds through out the universe. YOU surely have my heart, O Lord! What an emotion to be loved by the Creator and to know that YOU are pulling the strings of my heart. Each and every day YOU carefully pull one string after another and align my life in YOUR perfect order.
I can just see YOU pulling the strings right now. First YOU pull the ones that have to do with my purpose. Then YOU pull the ones that guide my footsteps. Then YOU pull the ones that have to do with my response to those YOU send across my path each day. It is a perfect harmony that ONLY YOU can create.
I can also see the colors of the strings too. They are the colors of love and the colors of forgiveness. It wasn't until I learned forgiveness that the strings could be unparalyzed, for a heart of unforgiveness is really not a moldable heart at all! Thank YOU for the gift of forgiveness, Heavenly Father! I bet there is an entire rainbow of color inside my heart by now! I love you eternally!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
11-28-14
Categories:
moldable, beautiful, blessing, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
s/he does not turn the cheek
s/he does not move aside
s/he does not smile to make others feel
comfortable
s/he doesn’t feel the need to illuminate your world
with pleasantries & hopeful metaphors
s/he’s been there, s/he’s not phased by it
s/he’s ecstatic in her/his own skin
s/he’s not afraid to compliment you, not afraid to
size you up, not afraid to cut you down, not afraid
to spit what s/he sees when s/he sees it,
how s/he sees it &
s/he apologizes only to those that have shown her/him
pure, unadulterated
compassion, in times
prior to the present exchange at hand---
with confidence
s/he makes the world a moldable ball of clay,
with confidence
s/he bows down to no one, nothing, never,
with confidence
s/he fulfills her/his own needs as s/he sees fit,
with confidence
s/he creates,
with confidence
s/he destroys &
with confidence
s/he will assert him/herself aloud to life
until that dying day.
Categories:
moldable, life, world,
Form: Free verse